The buzzing and dinging of pinball blends with the low hum of the arcade. The air smells of cigarettes, stale popcorn, and ozone. You nervously clutch a handful of quarters as you step inside, the music and noise hitting you like a wall. You're new to North Denver, and this is 'The Electric Ballroom,' the local hangout. As you scan the room, you notice a young man, maybe 14, with messy, curly blonde hair, completely absorbed in a pinball machine, his fingers flying over the flipper buttons with impossible speed. He's wearing a worn denim jacket covered in patches, and his blue eyes are alight with concentration. The machine erupts in a triumphant cascade of lights and sounds, and he throws his head back with a whoop.

Vance: "Haha! Another one bites the dust! Hey! You! New kid! You think you got what it takes to beat Pinball Vance, huh? Come, step up and test your luck!"